Saturday, July 27, 2013

Casey's suicide was a dick move

Uncommon commons: In more than 30 years in
sportscards publishing I have thrown hundreds of notes into files about the
players – usually non-star players – who made up the majority of the baseball
and football cards I collected as a kid. Today, I keep adding to those files as
I peruse microfilms of The Sporting News from the 1880s through the
1960s. I found these tidbits brought some life to the player pictures on those
cards. I figure that if I enjoyed them, you might too.

I ‘m not qualified to judge what drives any man to eat his
shotgun. If and when an individual determines that his life must end, I’m going
to give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he has weighed the alternatives
as well as the consequences for those he leaves behind.

However, I may well pass judgment on the manner in which a
suicide is carried out.

And for my money, former major league pitcher Hugh Casey’s
suicide was a dick move.

I don’t pretend to know what is too much for any man to
bear, but I do know that it is never alright to check yourself out in a manner
that causes family and friends more heartbreak than necessary.

Casey’s last phone calls may have been the proverbial “cry
for help,” but to my way of thinking they crossed a line.

On July 3, 1951, Casey committed suicide in an Atlanta hotel room,
shooting himself with a shotgun. His estranged wife, Mrs. Kathleen Casey,
listened to the shot over the telephone.

Prior to pulling the trigger, Casey had telephoned a close
friend, Gordon McNabb, an Atlanta
real estate dealer, shortly after midnight advising him to come to the hotel.
Casey told McNabb, “You’ll see me, but I won’t see you.”

McNabb, upon his arrival at the hotel, tried to call Casey’s
room, but the line was busy.

Rushing to Casey’s hotel room in an effort to prevent the
suicide, McNabb reached the door just as Casey fired the shot.

McNabb ran downstairs to get help, returning with a bellhop
and a policeman. When they entered the room, Casey was sprawled face down, the
telephone receiver still in his hand, a 16-gauge shotgun was at his side.

Officer J.M. Bagwell picked up the receiver and asked the operator
for the number Casey had been connected with. He called the number and Mrs.
Casey answered. She said that she had been talking with her husband and that he
told her he was going to kill himself.

“I begged and pleaded with him not to do it,” Mrs. Casey
said. “I tried to tell him that was for God to do and not for him to do. But he
said he was ready to die . . . that this was his time.

“He was just as calm about it as if he was about to walk out
on the ball field and pitch a game.”

According to a report in The
Sporting News, “Mrs. Casey blamed the pitcher’s suicide on a paternity suit
in New York last December in which he had been
ruled the father of a one-year-old son born out of wedlock to Hilda Weissman, a
25-year-old Brooklyn brunette. Miss Weissman
alleged that she had spent four nights in a Brooklyn
hotel room with Casey early in 1949.”

His last words, according to his wife, were: “I am innocent
of those charges.”

Mrs. Casey insisted that the paternity suit “had nothing to
do with our separation.” She said at that time that she was sure he was “not
guilty of being the father of this child,”

“I’ve felt that way since all the embarrassment I went
through and the embarrassment I had to drag you through,” she quoted him. She
said her husband had threatened to take his life several times since the
paternity suit was filed.

According to the TSN article, W.M. Mobley, the bellboy, said
Casey had told him that he was going to kill himself because a doctor told him
he had only 10 days to live because of “a leakage of the heart.”

Casey had begun pitching pro ball at Atlanta in 1932 at the age of 18. He ended
his life there 19 years later.

In 1935 he had earned a promotion to the major leagues with
the Chicago Cubs, appearing in 13 games as a relief pitcher.

After three more seasons in the minors, Casey returned to
the bigs with the Brooklyn Dodgers. In his first big league start on Decoration
Day, 1939, he handcuffed the Giants at the Polo Grounds and beat Carl Hubbell
3-1.

Casey was the losing pitcher in Game 4 of the 1941 World
Series when Mickey Owen dropped the third strike and Tommy Henrich reached
first base.

In 1947 he was 10-4 to help the Dodgers to the pennant. He
set a record by appearing in six World Series games. He got credit for two wins
but the Yankees won the Series four games to three.

After receiving his unconditional release from the Yankees
in 1950, Casey returned to Atlanta
and spent his last diamond days there. He won 10 and lost four in 1950, when
the Crackers won the Southern Association pennant.

On Jan. 31, 1951, the Internal Revenue Service slapped a tax
lien of $6,759 against Casey for unpaid taxes, penalties and interest for 1949.

His last pitching gig was with the Brooklyn Bushwicks in a
semi-pro game on May 13, 1951, when he gave up four hits in five innings.

The former Dodger pitcher was buried beside his parents in
the Mt.ParanBaptistChurchCemetery in Buckhead, Ga.,
on July 4. Two former Dodger teammates, Dixie Walker and Whitlow Wyatt, then
with the Crackers, were among the pallbearers, and members of the Atlanta team formed an
escort.

At the time of his death he operated a steak house and bar
at 600 Flatbush Avenue
in New York.
He had appeared in his bar for the last time a week before his death, telling
friends he had to travel to Atlanta
on a trip that would cost him “ten grand,” referring to the IRS judgments.
Raising a glass to Casey at his bar afterwards, one customer said, “Ten grand
would have been cheap, compared to what he paid.” Another customer reflected
that Casey was “kind to everybody except himself.”

Mrs. Casey received the standard widow’s benefit for any
player who died before the age of 50, $100 a month for 12 years.

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I have been a baseball card (and other bubblegum cards) collector since the age of three. I am the former editor and publisher of the sportscards and memorabilia periodicals and books at Krause Publications (SCD, et al). I am the former editor of the Standard Catalog of Baseball Cards.